Dirty Martini, poetry by Lindsay Soberano Wilson at Spillwords.com

Dirty Martini

Dirty Martini

written by: Lindsay Soberano Wilson

 

She walks into the bar
single and alone:
no one calling her on the phone
no kids back at home.
Dressed to the Nines.
Nothing but primal instincts on the mind.
Her sexual energy is as intoxicating
as a Dirty Martini.
So call her Martine tonight.
Mix her just right
and top her in earthly delights.
Then drink her until you pass out
from the high.

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